A Dolphin At Heart

He wore a dolphin on his navel a ruby red body in spiced salty ocean of love cast in silver lining of passion now tarnished from heavy wear It used to be their anchor a pointer to merging waters exalting in repose and crescendo of souls then life tore into the union in slippery distraction The centre changed his belly button festered when she had rubbed his skin the wrongful way the sea turned shark infested blood blue tides Hurt he survived went for her soft underbelly and yet there loomed the fishing lacerated chords no solace to whither in a tin of tuna he resolved ‘My navel my ruby and silver and I am still a dolphin at heart and reason’ stronger than the teeth of time he splashes in cleansed tears and swims afresh anew 07th February 2018